If you find your sweetheart
In the arms of a friend
That's when your heartaches begin.

And when dreams of a lifetime
All come to an end
That's when your heartaches begin.

For love is a thing
You never can share
And when you bring a friend
Into your love affair

That's the end of your sweetheart
That's the end of your friend
That's when your heartaches begin.

If you find your sweetheart
Lying
Not too far away
From the arm
Of your very best friend
Brother
That's... that's when your heartaches really begin

And when every one of those tiny little dreams that you've nourished
Like a potted plant and kept treasured away somewhere in the hothouse of
Your psyche one by one are taken out and dismantled by some clodhoppered
Fiend you thought was the one you could trust and borrow things off and
Lend things to in turn without you just lending things to and then not
Getting anything back
Well, that's really when you know things are sorta gon' mess you up isn't it?
Don't answer me back, anyway. Sock it boys...

Because love is a thing
And it's a thing you can't share
You can't pass it around
Two into one doesn't go unless you're happy with meagre fractions and I for one am not
So if you've been some crawly little two-bit reptile
Sneaking up into the crevices of the one you love
Hair, follicles, bones, sinew, tissue, nostrils, the whole bloody lot
That
Is
The
End
Of your sweetheart
That's the end of your friend
That's when your heartaches begin.